Dream, spiralling up from the ground Fog, covering all your surround Squirrel grey is the colour of you But inside green and ebony hue Down in the darkness is a world unknown Drawn in life, your roots do roam Two centuries old, I'd hazard a guess That's your secret and I'll let it rest Lingering on to the life that's near gone hanging on to a dream Your work's been done you had your fun now leave Yonder over hill there's a stream or brook Lies the white house, I request it was took Sparrows fly on to the ground In this place that's safe and sound Lingering on to the life that's near gone hanging on to a dream Your work's been done you had your fun now leave